and its you and me in the summertime
We’ll be hand in hand down in the park
With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye
and all the sunshine banishes the dark

Do some people wind up with the one that they abhor?
In a distant hell-hole room, the third world war
But all I see is films with the colourless despair
Meant angry young men with immaculate hair

Ooh sometimes…

Get up a voice inside says theres no time for looking down
Only a pound a word and you’re talking to the town
But how do you coin the phrase though that will set your soul apart
Just to touch a lonely heart

and its you and me in the summertime
We’ll be hand down in the park
With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye
and all the sunshine banishes the dark

And its you I need in the summertime
As I turn my white skin red
Two peas from the same pod. yes we are
Or have I read too much fiction?
Is this how it happens?
How does it happen?
Is this how it happens?
Now, right now